Lyrics: Curtis Solomon
Music: Justin Dante Cross
In the game with a plot to play
Planning scanning milking the trade
Keep a hand by some Zans Addys and Cane
That’s where I’m at but 30 months I’m buying a plane
Stay away from the miserable give em a lane
Gravitate to generals making the plays
Was Isiah in 88 with ankles tendon
Now I’m here and it’s 89 and it’s strictly business
EIN clean trying to see a killing
Take the same effort I was like F it
Since hoes drove Intrepids I was learning methods
Now I done blossomed like a cactus in the driest desert
I react to my environment adapt partial
We can build or bullshit I’m with all of that
Now we can build or bullshit it’s all in the game
Prophet I’m looking through thru a different lense
A Nokia to a Sony Red
It’s unbelievable how niggas play it
Ain’t even in the playing field
Just in the stands standing there
Telling players how to call a play
When you don’t know the difference between a cover 1 and cover 3
I leave the Madden to y'all and go and get my cleats
Build or bullshit I build shit secure more
Niggas bullshit bout real shit don’t feel for em
At this grown age they choose not move solid
True ignorance in bliss move proper
Type of nigga get you rocked to sleep high fiving
Or dark skin Jermaine with the freak blindsided look